Welcome to the last battle of your emcee career, your about to get embarressed and you'll never persevere //
When I shift into gear you've hit your final frontier, the only way you could take a bite from me is to pull a Tyson and bite my ear //
Im a lyrical genious and for me winnin this battle will be like stealin a babys rattle //
All you spit is prattle, Ill cut you up like your a cattle and you'll be like 'Sleepless in Seattle' //
So say your final goodbyes, because your about to reach your demise, showin up wasn't very wise, just look in my eyes //
Ill embarress you so bad youll need a disguise, so drop the mic forever and start askin "would you like fries?" //
You don't have the look and you don't have the skill, if you were an emcee your whole life you wouldn't make a bill //
My lyrics are so ill, but for me its like a cheap thrill, head to these citys like Boston and continue to kill //
Im the Neo to the rap game im simple the 'One' I got more game then Kobe, I could get laid by a nun //
I kill so much its no longer fun, Its like my mic is a gun, and once again i've won, bitch you've been outdone //